Tuesday, December 14, 2010

TORTURE.

It is pure torment, watching your peers yelling things like "IT'S OVER" and "PARTY IN THE USA" when, for you, it hasn't even begun. Such is my beleaguered (Beliebered?) soul. The Destroyer is already off crushing the nouveau rich in Vegas and I just finished my first paper. @#$%^&*! I suppose this is payback for only having to sit for two papers for the last 3 years.

If the Greek gods had any imagination, this would be right at home in Tartarus. But of course they were all about disembowelment and having giant birds remove your organs and skeletons with barbed whips, but you know. Physical pain is like, whatever. -Nonchalantly avoids godbolt that falls from heavens-

I can't wait to go to the US. I have so many Ravenclaw goodies waiting for me. I will hit the slopes bedecked in blue and silver. I will also be able to charm obstacles out of my way because I HAVE A WAND. -Intermission while I piece my face back together- Okay sorry the grin that appeared was just too much for my facial muscles. A wand...of my very own. :D

Just about 41 more hours to go. Then I will be able to embrace my freedom and enjoy 16hours of cattle class luxury...what wouldn't I give to be able to Apparate.

|Basking @| 10:58 PM|

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Friday, December 10, 2010

Waxing Indifference.

...Just throw me on a pan of sizzling honey and drizzle me with chocolate. At least I'd have died a sweet and sinful death. Don't leave me to drown in words that cease to make sense the longer you stare at them. Don't send me down the dry and dreary path of faux enlightenment. Why do all these things matter. Because the world says so? To be one of the world is not to be part of it. The audience always sees more. You find your own joy and I'll find mine. Increased pressure only leads to a more violent combustion. What wouldn't I give to feel the sun again...

Le monde...il s'émiette...c'est sombre...

|Basking @| 6:02 PM|

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